It is NO surprise that the College Educated Adults in this country are supporting Comrade Hillary and certainly wouldn't mind that their children are referred to as 'comrade.'
They spent their student years being indoctrinated to embrace Socialism, the homosexual agenda and whatever Democrat is running for office.
Same damn pinkos from the 1960s.
And history repeats because educators only teach current political dogma.
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Marxist Feminisms Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
When women go wrong men go right after them. Mae West
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy; its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery. Winston Churchill wrote this over a century ago.
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, Why? She answered, That means youll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!
What a giggle we girls had over that. How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are, we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, Come to New York. Were making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.
I hadnt seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, Sexual Politics.
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a consciousness-raising-group, a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
Why are we here today? she asked.
To make revolution, they answered.
What kind of revolution? she replied.
The Cultural Revolution, they chanted.
And how do we make Cultural Revolution? she demanded.
By destroying the American family! they answered.
How do we destroy the family? she came back.
By destroying the American Patriarch, they cried exuberantly.
And how do we destroy the American Patriarch? she replied.
By taking away his power!
How do we do that?
By destroying monogamy! they shouted.
How can we destroy monogamy?
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality! they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with The Revolution: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didnt care what anyone thought because they just hadnt seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists Id conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of Time Magazine. Time called her the Karl Marx of the Womens Movement. This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for womens liberation (communisms favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; liberation, and much like collective please run from it, run for your life) was this new Womens Movement. Her books captivated the academic classes and soon Womens Studies courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and theres a class called Womens Studies. Hmmm, this could be interesting, says Mom. Maybe you could get something out of this.
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustnt follow in her mothers footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. Theres hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes...
My kids are grown. But when they were school age if a teacher addressed them as Comrade he or she would be addressed by me as Target. Their eldest uncle died in 1950 in a Korean town as his unit got pushed back to Busan. To paraphrase Gen. Sheridan, the only good Communist I ever saw was a dead Communist.
Well, tovarish sounds better. Canadian students, say hi to tovarish Putin:
Call the writers of that guide “fired”.
Let the b*stards strike....teaching degrees are a dime a dozen.
We should call them, “little skulls full of mush” to be completely accurate.
No, no, no, and no. Go back to the gulag you crawled out from under, communist b@stard.
“They spent their student years being indoctrinated”
I was discussing that very thing with a coworker yesterday. And the kicker is they pay through the nose for the privilege of that experience.......unbelievable.
I’ve been wondering what Canada ever did to deserve our moronic “celebrities” moving there when Trump wins the election.
Now I know.
So what is so non-inclusive about calling them boys and girls? It includes both and you have to be one or the other, AS YOU WERE CREATED AT BIRTH, NOT ASSIGNED!
WTF happened to Alberta?
I searched for but could not find the word “comrade”
As per http://explorer.opensyllabusproject.org/
Plato’s Republic and Communist Manifesto are in the top three most assigned college texts globally and in the top four in the US in ALL major fields of study combined. They’re probably the top two in certain schools and/or fields.
(edu, msm, law)?
Sounds like the book THE JUNGLE by Upton Sinclair in which a man is hit with all that is wrong in American society UNTIL he comes upon some people who call him “Comrade”.
Instead of overthrowing the Government and replacing it with a socialist-communist one, all the book did bring in changes to the pure food laws.
Of course, this also means that a boy can “identify” as an adult man, and have sex with other men, or anything else.
The CPUSA was outlawed in 1954. If she is a member, call the FBI.
Every time I read where a Communist meme, phrase, or just one word, becomes an acceptable thing in this beloved nation of mine ....
(this is gonna sound bad)
The only remedy that seems to be the most viable, but most ugly, since We The People, do not have the power to re-enact the Anti-Communist laws of the 1950’s, is to “put them to the blade”.
Our kids are deprived, they don’t know schools got more than two sexes...I guess we got to tell our kids that you can be a banana peel if you want to be that gender... :-)